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39° The Book of Praise.
Love, that strength and pardon bringest Through His cross, from Whom thou springest! May in us Thy gracious force Heavenward turn our spirits' course !
Come, and while Salvation's morning On our darken'd soul is dawning, Sin's deep midnight roll away ! Pour on us the light of day !
Algernon Herbert. [1839.]
CCCLXIV.
We've no abiding city here :
This may distress the worldling's mind; But should not cost the saint a tear
Who hopes a better rest to find.
We've no abiding city here :
Sad truth ! were this to be our home!
But let this thought our spirits cheer; We seek a city yet to come.
We've no abiding city here :
Then let us live as pilgrims do ! Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.
We've no abiding city here :
We seek a city out of sight; Zion its name, the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light!
Zion ! Jehovah is her strength ;
Secure she smiles at all her foes ; And weary travellers at length
Within her sacred walls repose. |
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